I know the last one was a cliffhanger, so I'm updating again fast as I
can! Thanks so much to Madame Trelawney (your review was funny!)
TaNsHi (Tom Felton is sooooo cool,) and to firesprite101 (your review
was really nice, and it was cool to get a review from somebody whose
profile says they live in New York-that's where the Yankees are from-
and everybody here in Boston HATES the Yankees-but I don't, I don't
know anything about sports.) and to Ehlonna (thanks, I'm glad you like
it!) It is cool though, that everybody on fanfiction lives all over. I
live in Massachusetts, FYI. Hey-if you (yeah, you, Faceless Reader Who
I Do Not Know) review-which you should-can you say where you're from?
Just the country, state, province, whatever. I'm really curious.
Okay...
Chapter Six: The Busy Chapter
DRACO'S POV
Lucius drew his wand and aimed. Draco felt numb and distant, until he saw the his father's wand was pointing towards Hermione. Suddenly everything felt real, too real, so real it was grotesque (A/N: That was one of my vocabulary words in school last week!), so real it was frightening and repulsing all at once.
He lurched out of his unbelieving stage and peeled Hermione off him. He stood in front of her, his wand out, while she clutched the back of his shirt and nearly suffocated him by pulling on the collar.
His father shot a bolt of lightening at them and ripped them apart. Hermione screamed, a high pitched, really scared scream, and started running towards Draco, who started to head for her.
Narcissa screeched when they reached each other again, and She sent a bolt of lightening towards them and tore them apart. As they started to run towards each other, like broken wind-up toys, she aimed her wand again, wiped the tears of her face with the side of her forearm, took a deep breath, and sent a beam of light towards Hermione.
The light whistled as it cut the air, and Hermione froze, her eyes were puddles of fear. Draco watched as she was lifted into the air and suspended in a blue bubble, floating, not recognizing him when he pounded the walls of the bubble, not hearing him when he yelled her name.
~DRACO WILL BE RIGHT BACK AFTER THIS INTERMISSION~
Ron rolled the dice. He moved the little iron three spaces. He rested his chin on his hands and stared at the brightly colored squares on the board. They were so sickeningly neon that they made his stomach lurch as he looked at them. They swam in and out of focus, blurring into circles, faces, Hermione's face.
"Park Place!" said Ginny, her voice full of fake enthusiasm. "Do you wunna buy it?" (A/N: If you don't play monopoly, email me and I'll email directions and an explanation of the game.)
"No," he said glumly. Now it was Ginny's turn. Ginny was the Scottie dog. Hermione was always the Scottie dog. Always. Why did Ginny think she could take her place-or her monopoly piece? He felt flushed and warm and very uncomfortable.
He had thought a bout Hermione all day. He wondered where she was. Probably with Malfoy, he thought as the pattern on the wallpaper of the Gyffindor common room swirled into a million of her faces.
"Ron, are you okay?" asked Ginny. She sounded concerned, but concerned wasn't enough. Hermione was GONE! With MALFOY! How come nobody was screaming? How come the world was still turning and people were still breathing and eating cough drops and getting catalogues in the mail and yawning and living normally?
"Yeah," said Harry. "You're kinda quiet and stuff." He moved the little battleship three spaces onto Connecticut Ave.
"That's your space, Ron!" said Ginny. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah!" he mumbled. Than all the swirling colors and the overheated room and the sick feeling in his stomach that something was totally wrong all sort of squished together and than they erupted, like an angry volcano.
"NO! NO, I'M NOT OKAY! NOTHING'S OKAY!!!!!"
"What's wrong?" said Ginny and Harry.
"Hermione," all three of them said at once. Ginny suddenly got up, toppling over the top of the box (she was the banker) and sending little colored strips of paper everywhere.
"I'll be right back," she promised, and than she ran out of the portrait hole.
~NOW, BACK TO OUR FRIENDS DRACO AND HERMIONE~
HERMIONE'S POV
Hermione was floating in a deep blue shadow. The twilight swirls were drowning her, choking her, blocking out the world. 'No,' she told it in a groggy voice in her mind, 'no. There's somebody...a boy I think...I need to be there...with him...'
'Who?' it whispered, pressing into her, 'What boy?.' It pushed deeper, into her body and into her thoughts. She tried to struggled against it, but it pushed back. She tried to rest against it, but it weighed her down and forced her to fight it.
'No...'she thought to it, as firmly as she could. 'He needs me there....'
'Who is he?' it asked, penetrating further. She tried to tell it and realized she didn't know who he was, she didn't know where she was, or who she was. All she knew was the shadowy light, all she felt was the spinning colors.
DRACO'S POV
Draco dodged another spell aimed at Hermione from his father.
"MOVE, DRACO!" yelled his mother. He stood in front of Hermione, guarding her. He was getting tired. How much longer could he protect her? How much strength did he have left to shield her? Would it last long enough? Would HE last long enough?
HARRY, RON, AND GINNY
Ginny rushed back in with an eagle owl and two broomsticks. Harry recognized his broomstick, and Ron's. Ginny tossed them their brooms and pointed to the owl.
"This," she said triumphantly, "is Malfoy's owl! He"-the owl bit her and squawked-"Um, SHE, she can lead to his house."
They mounted their brooms and stared at her. Ron's eyes bugged out. "What about you?"
"I'll wait here and help you when you come back?"
"She's in danger, d'you think?"
"Maybe," she said grimly. "and even if they're just snogging, you'll still need support." She helped them prop open the window.
HERMIONE'S POV
The light was everywhere. It was smothering her, pulling her into it. She could feel her emotions and her body fading into the pulsing blue, everything was blue. It swallowed her whole, and she was falling into it...
DRACO'S POV
Draco blocked another curse aimed at Hermione. His father's veins were throbbing in anger, and his mother was hysterical.
*CRASH!* Suddenly, for the second time that day, a window broke in the Malfoy's house...
RON AND HARRY
The owl was clearly upset at being followed. Soon, however, it took them to a very big building. Welcoming golden light shone fro nearly all the many windows through the rain. The owl swept down the chimney and left them hovering in the rain.
"Okay," said Harry. "Which window? Should we pick that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, or that one with the funny blue light?"
"No duh," said Ron. They headed towards the window with the funny blue light (A/N: SURPRISE!) And suddenly, through it!
Well, that's chapter six! I may end it in seven, except for an epilogue. Well, I actually don't know...Please review! Kirby :?)
can! Thanks so much to Madame Trelawney (your review was funny!)
TaNsHi (Tom Felton is sooooo cool,) and to firesprite101 (your review
was really nice, and it was cool to get a review from somebody whose
profile says they live in New York-that's where the Yankees are from-
and everybody here in Boston HATES the Yankees-but I don't, I don't
know anything about sports.) and to Ehlonna (thanks, I'm glad you like
it!) It is cool though, that everybody on fanfiction lives all over. I
live in Massachusetts, FYI. Hey-if you (yeah, you, Faceless Reader Who
I Do Not Know) review-which you should-can you say where you're from?
Just the country, state, province, whatever. I'm really curious.
Okay...
Chapter Six: The Busy Chapter
DRACO'S POV
Lucius drew his wand and aimed. Draco felt numb and distant, until he saw the his father's wand was pointing towards Hermione. Suddenly everything felt real, too real, so real it was grotesque (A/N: That was one of my vocabulary words in school last week!), so real it was frightening and repulsing all at once.
He lurched out of his unbelieving stage and peeled Hermione off him. He stood in front of her, his wand out, while she clutched the back of his shirt and nearly suffocated him by pulling on the collar.
His father shot a bolt of lightening at them and ripped them apart. Hermione screamed, a high pitched, really scared scream, and started running towards Draco, who started to head for her.
Narcissa screeched when they reached each other again, and She sent a bolt of lightening towards them and tore them apart. As they started to run towards each other, like broken wind-up toys, she aimed her wand again, wiped the tears of her face with the side of her forearm, took a deep breath, and sent a beam of light towards Hermione.
The light whistled as it cut the air, and Hermione froze, her eyes were puddles of fear. Draco watched as she was lifted into the air and suspended in a blue bubble, floating, not recognizing him when he pounded the walls of the bubble, not hearing him when he yelled her name.
~DRACO WILL BE RIGHT BACK AFTER THIS INTERMISSION~
Ron rolled the dice. He moved the little iron three spaces. He rested his chin on his hands and stared at the brightly colored squares on the board. They were so sickeningly neon that they made his stomach lurch as he looked at them. They swam in and out of focus, blurring into circles, faces, Hermione's face.
"Park Place!" said Ginny, her voice full of fake enthusiasm. "Do you wunna buy it?" (A/N: If you don't play monopoly, email me and I'll email directions and an explanation of the game.)
"No," he said glumly. Now it was Ginny's turn. Ginny was the Scottie dog. Hermione was always the Scottie dog. Always. Why did Ginny think she could take her place-or her monopoly piece? He felt flushed and warm and very uncomfortable.
He had thought a bout Hermione all day. He wondered where she was. Probably with Malfoy, he thought as the pattern on the wallpaper of the Gyffindor common room swirled into a million of her faces.
"Ron, are you okay?" asked Ginny. She sounded concerned, but concerned wasn't enough. Hermione was GONE! With MALFOY! How come nobody was screaming? How come the world was still turning and people were still breathing and eating cough drops and getting catalogues in the mail and yawning and living normally?
"Yeah," said Harry. "You're kinda quiet and stuff." He moved the little battleship three spaces onto Connecticut Ave.
"That's your space, Ron!" said Ginny. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah!" he mumbled. Than all the swirling colors and the overheated room and the sick feeling in his stomach that something was totally wrong all sort of squished together and than they erupted, like an angry volcano.
"NO! NO, I'M NOT OKAY! NOTHING'S OKAY!!!!!"
"What's wrong?" said Ginny and Harry.
"Hermione," all three of them said at once. Ginny suddenly got up, toppling over the top of the box (she was the banker) and sending little colored strips of paper everywhere.
"I'll be right back," she promised, and than she ran out of the portrait hole.
~NOW, BACK TO OUR FRIENDS DRACO AND HERMIONE~
HERMIONE'S POV
Hermione was floating in a deep blue shadow. The twilight swirls were drowning her, choking her, blocking out the world. 'No,' she told it in a groggy voice in her mind, 'no. There's somebody...a boy I think...I need to be there...with him...'
'Who?' it whispered, pressing into her, 'What boy?.' It pushed deeper, into her body and into her thoughts. She tried to struggled against it, but it pushed back. She tried to rest against it, but it weighed her down and forced her to fight it.
'No...'she thought to it, as firmly as she could. 'He needs me there....'
'Who is he?' it asked, penetrating further. She tried to tell it and realized she didn't know who he was, she didn't know where she was, or who she was. All she knew was the shadowy light, all she felt was the spinning colors.
DRACO'S POV
Draco dodged another spell aimed at Hermione from his father.
"MOVE, DRACO!" yelled his mother. He stood in front of Hermione, guarding her. He was getting tired. How much longer could he protect her? How much strength did he have left to shield her? Would it last long enough? Would HE last long enough?
HARRY, RON, AND GINNY
Ginny rushed back in with an eagle owl and two broomsticks. Harry recognized his broomstick, and Ron's. Ginny tossed them their brooms and pointed to the owl.
"This," she said triumphantly, "is Malfoy's owl! He"-the owl bit her and squawked-"Um, SHE, she can lead to his house."
They mounted their brooms and stared at her. Ron's eyes bugged out. "What about you?"
"I'll wait here and help you when you come back?"
"She's in danger, d'you think?"
"Maybe," she said grimly. "and even if they're just snogging, you'll still need support." She helped them prop open the window.
HERMIONE'S POV
The light was everywhere. It was smothering her, pulling her into it. She could feel her emotions and her body fading into the pulsing blue, everything was blue. It swallowed her whole, and she was falling into it...
DRACO'S POV
Draco blocked another curse aimed at Hermione. His father's veins were throbbing in anger, and his mother was hysterical.
*CRASH!* Suddenly, for the second time that day, a window broke in the Malfoy's house...
RON AND HARRY
The owl was clearly upset at being followed. Soon, however, it took them to a very big building. Welcoming golden light shone fro nearly all the many windows through the rain. The owl swept down the chimney and left them hovering in the rain.
"Okay," said Harry. "Which window? Should we pick that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, that one with the candle in it, or that one with the funny blue light?"
"No duh," said Ron. They headed towards the window with the funny blue light (A/N: SURPRISE!) And suddenly, through it!
Well, that's chapter six! I may end it in seven, except for an epilogue. Well, I actually don't know...Please review! Kirby :?)